Is it the optimistic urge to let them go And free the space for upcoming more? And how do we know what’s coming isn’t as bad? Can we mesure how much we endured and how much is left ?
“Bad feelings are temporary”, Do we at some point in life upgrade and reach access to the sanctuary? Is it fair share the amount of things that are upsetting or scary?
How can you say it’s temporary ? when every corner in me is hunted with a heavy weight of a hurting feeling How many did I drop and How many do I still carry? My shoulders are tired And my bones are growing weary
“Bad feelings are temporary”, How come they become bad in the first place? Don’t they have a purpose Or do they just occupy space? Do we need to feel anxious or not enough in order to grow more tough? Couldn’t we just all agree to not be rough? Couldn’t we change the rules So the gentle one survives?
Couldn’t we care more And help each other feel a little less of the bad feelings that we call temporary?